It is interesting how much time this one took.
Rhyming has oddly been harder that it looks.
Time in placing, like moving a rook
Time in timing, like writing a book.
A book with an endless source of love on its pages.
Magic, not less, the true spelling of Mages.
Caretakers so keen, mandrake root wouldn't rot.
Now I've finally started creating This Heart I've got.
You aren't worried, and must not.
I'll be whatever for you with this heart that I've got.
I'll be the shooting star in your lover filled sky.
I'll be so gentle I'll leave no mark as I pass by.
Pass by, unseeming grand; With no place to stop
I can be that, with this heart I've got.
I'll be the bookmark, in the book of your wants.
I'll show you where you left off, and what your heart haunts.
I'll will do this and be myself set aside.
Set aside, not coldly, but with maybe a sigh.
A sigh, then set aside with well meaning forethought.
and yet I can do this, with this heart I've got....
Hmm...
It is interesting how much time this one took.
Rhyming has oddly been harder that it looks.
Time in placing, like moving a rook
Time in timing, like writing a book.
A book with an endless source of love on its pages.
Magic, not less, the true spelling of Mages.
Caretakers so keen, mandrake root wouldn't rot.
Now I've finally started creating This Heart I've got.
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